Guy gave me $20 to go grab a box of condoms from Shopper’s Drugmart this afternoon on my daily constitutional.
I decided that it would not only be a good idea to get two boxes of condoms, (can’t ever have too many) but Mother’s Day cards for both my mother and Mother-in-Law while I’m at it.
I spent much time picking out two very nice, if a little sappy, ones and brought all four items up to the counter.
As the cashier runs them all through, I drop my twenty dollar bill on the counter.
I’m still not paying attention at this point. I revert back into a teenager whenever I have to make purchases like these…making sure I look my best so people won’t be saying, “What is she buying those for? Who’d fuck her?” etc.
Several seconds pass before I realize that the cashier hasn’t handed me my change.
This would be because condoms and cards are expensive, and a twenty wouldn’t cover it. So, forever the math genius, I get her to take off one of the boxes…still too pricy.
Did I mention the cards turned out to be SIX BUCKS EACH?? Holy crap. But I digress…
I look down, sigh, and motion for her to take the cards off the total. The girl, never batting an eyelash comments: “Well, at least we know where your priorities are.”
Sassy check-out girl.
I like your style.